The Enormous Hand of Fate

Just two days ago I had been thinking about how I wanted to learn how to play dice. When I was a kid I always thought Mary Stuart Masterson's character Watts in Some Kind of Wonderful was the shit - especially during the scene where she is playing dice outside with the restaurant staff during her break as date chauffeur. Most of the times these notions are short-lived and disappear within a week because it gets knocked out with a new inane goal - just this morning I thought about how I want to learn how to tie different types of knots for different uses. So I was pleasantly surprised when I got to Missouri Lounge last night and Denis was there playing dice with a bunch of people. For money! I quickly badgered him to explain the rules and pretty soon I was in. I found out that no one likes a winner, especially someone who has never played the game before. I started with a budget of four dollars and ended the night with fourteen. I like dice.

Over the weekend Chris and I watched The Butterfly Effect. I'm sure there are many reviews about how bad this movie is, how many questions arise from the inconsistencies in the plot, how lame Ashton Kutcher is, how outrageously uncomfortable many of the scenes are, how outlandish it is to think that Amy Smart's character would actually be in love with the long-haired red-headed guy, etc. So I simply offer the best and most hilarious scene.



I re-played this so many times, and it is an easy shot I know, but it is Ashton Kutcher with no arms forcing himself to fall out of his wheelchair and it has the same type of appeal that the kid in the wheelchair flying off the cliff in the movie Mac and Me does. Wheelchair appeal?

This afternoon I took a nap from my hungover marathon of 30 Rock and in my dream I met a man who had an enormous left hand that was wearing a Mickey Mouse style glove. He had stopped to ask me a question while I was waiting for a bus. I don't remember what he asked me but I realized I had talked to him over the phone earlier that day at work. I asked him about it and he started to flirt with me in this really confident and pretty charming way. I gave him my phone number and I missed my bus so I got on my bike. He called after me and said "I know you'll go on a date with me." I laughed but I was freaked out too. At the end of my dream I accidentally dropped my bike into a pool.

Hands mean "Intellect. Understanding. It denotes threatened misery and loss that will be avoided by wise action." (petrix.com) Well which one the hell is it?
Bicycle "To dream that you are riding a bicycle, signifies your desires to attain a balance in your life. You need to balance work and pleasure in order to succeed in your current undertakings." (Dreammoods.com)
Bus "To dream that you are waiting for a bus, indicates a temporary setback in achieving your personal goals. If you miss the bus or get on the wrong bus, then it indicates that an aspect of your life is out of control. You need to slow down and map out a new plan. To dream that you are at the bus station, suggests that you have reached some new level or stage in your emotional or physical life." (Dreammoods.com)
Pool "To see a pool of water in your dream, indicates that you need to understand and deal with your emotions. You need to dive right in. Alternatively, a pool may indicate your need for cleansing. You need to wash away the past." (Dreammoods.com)

Mickey Mouse Glove was not in the dream dictionary.

So I need to take a shower, ride my bike more often in the East Bay (where it's fun) after work, and avoid misery? This shit is hard.

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